Clear Lake Academy holds the worst of the worst delinquents from around the country. Each and every student there holds a notorious background that led them there and almost everyone avoids them.
After setting the tenth building on fire, which just...
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I pulled the maroon blazer over my shoulders, letting it slot around me like a second skin. I straightening out my skirt and slipped my feet into the short black heels, awaiting by the door. Heels were a girl's best friend. They were certainly mine.
Last night, it had taken an hour to get down from the tree and to the safety of my room. It took another two rounds of the school buildings, two fights involved with other students, a trashed classrooms and a large glitter trail to be able to reach the safety of my locked dorm. But i feared that even locked doors couldn't protect me from the wrath of Hendrix Ackerman as a new day broke.
Through conversations on my phone, I found that Laken and Hendrix had taken four showers since the prank and yet, neither could get the glitter out of their hair or their uniform. I had yet to see the bright sunshines.
A knock resonated through my room and I brushed my hair over one shoulder, pulling it open with the other.
Bentley stood there, hands in his pockets, looking effortlessly composed. "Glad to see you made it too," he said, and I couldn't help smiling.
His white shirt clung slightly to his toned frame under the ruby-colored blazer embroidered with the school crest. Black trousers and polished shoes completed the uniform, while a cream-and-red tie sat perfectly centered at his collar. His hair was fluffy, parted neatly in the middle, and his eyes glimmered with amusement.
"Have you seen either of them yet?" He asked, smirk tugging on his lips as I grabbed my bag and locked the door behind me. I shook my head with a faint smile.
Adir stood by the elevator, leaning back with his ankles crossed. He was in a similar attire to Bentley - the top two buttons of his shirt popped open with a gold chain peeping through. Wet strands of hair clung to his forehead, dipping into his multicolored eyes as he contemplated something, gaze fixed on the floor. When he noticed us, he straightened and pressed the elevator button.
"No, but I can't wait." I laughed.
"I bet the first thing Hendrix will do is hug you since he couldn't get you last night" Adir remarked lightly, a teasing note in his voice.
I made a disgusted face, earning a deep chuckle from Bentley. "He better not. If my hair is ruined, I'm suing."
The doors rolled opened, letting light into the small metal box. A shadow loomed before us, breaking off the sunlight. My eyes widened when Hendrix stood right in the entrance as if he'd been waiting. A large, wicked grin graced his face, mischief curved into every edge, eyes shining with revenge as he settled his gaze on us. With no small amount of amusement, I noticed his uniform was indeed masked with hot pink shimmer and his hair adorned the remaining memory of the prank.
In that moment, the air stilled as if holding its breath for our death. As if it knew we were done for.
For a moment, my heart thumped as if begging me to kneel and beg for mercy. I'd spent ages on my hair this morning; a combed half up, half down hairstyle with a delicate knot at the centre. A bun I was too proud of to sacrifice.
